Page 85 of Soulmateless
He quirks his brows before shaking his head. “Grandmother wouldn't let that happen to me. Neither would mother. They don't believe in that stuff.”
“Then why don't they just make it illegal?”
“It was a request from Amarians themselves. They just wanted to forget theliesthey were fed so they wouldn't fall into them again.”
I scoff. “That shit shouldn't be allowed. You don't get anywhere with that kind of suppression.”
“I know. It's messed up.” Then he grins. “But we're gonna be the ones to change that.”
With that gentle but confident smile, he seems more optimistic than I do about changing everyone else's mind. If he already has that much faith, maybe I should too.
I return his smile. We got this.
A melody plays in his pockets, and Amias stands. "The bread should be done. Want to settle this competition?"
I follow him with a smirk. “Yes, let's do it!"
We walk over to the bread sitting on the counters on a cutting board. Compared to mine, Amias’ looks smooth with a golden brown shell and a long crack in the middle. Meanwhile my bread has pieces of cornmeal sticking out and looks rough. I can already see mine will lose.
He saws a slice of my bread with a specialbreadknife he got from the cabinet and takes a bite, and I do the same. It's grainy but warm and delicious enough for me.
"Hm. It's good!" Amias murmurs as he chews.
"Thanks," I say as I gobble down my slice. I missed making bread.
"Okay, let's do mine." He goes over to his bread and cuts a slice. The inside has a lot of holes.
He hands me a slice and I immediately take a bite. The inside is chewy and has a hint of a sourness to it, but it mixes perfectly with the buttery and crispy edge.
Damn, it's perfect. I playfully pout. "I think I know who the winner is." I take a mouthful of the bread, and close my eyes to take in the taste. I hum in delight. "Yours is so good!"
"Thank you," Amias chirps. "It's an old recipe my mother taught me. I mean, yours is really good too!"
I nod. "You will have to teach me how you did it."
"I can," he says, looking between the bread. "You know, I usually go to the orphanage on Mondays. We could take some slices over there. Besides, I don't want to miss out on seeing my little sourdough again!"
I raise a brow. "Sourdough?"
"She's my little girl. Her real name is Sabina but I like to call her Sourdough because she's a littlesourtoo."
There's a little gleam in his eyes as he talks about her. He seems really fond of her, almost like how my father was towards me. When he would get focused on work, his face would light up in my presence. He would pick me up and carry me around while doing tasks, and talk to me about his job as a knight.
With that gleam, Amias must really love her.
"Are you planning on adopting her?" It's so cute that Amias and Sabina seem to have that kind of bond.
"I really want to!" he exclaims. His eyes seem to twinkle even more. "She really deserves a family. She's just so sweet and I like to think I'd make a good father. I'd do anything for her."
My cheeks ache from my growing smile. "That's sweet."
"You have to meet her!" He yawns before shaking his head. "That's after I take a nap. I'll stop home and get a fresh nap before picking you up.”
“You could take a nap upstairs, remember?” I perk my brows.
He laughs. “I’d hog the sheets. Besides, you probably need a nap too. It might be better to have your bed to yourself.
I just realize how heavy my own eyes feel. Yes, it would be better to get a nap in. “Alright. Sounds fair.”
